keptherwaiting | 1948, Philadelphia

1948, Philadelphia

Waiting for Alice to finish getting ready, Jasper is far more excited and confident than nervous for their date this time.

She’d made him shower first, not wanting him to put on his fancy clothes without one, and then she’d disappeared into the bathroom with more than one bag in her arms after he’d finished. His suit had been left on the bed, which he’d changed into quickly - a perfect fit, because she knows him so perfectly and so finely crafted too - and then he’d been left to more or less think about their upcoming night.

He feels good, more sure of himself than he has been in awhile, and vows to make up for the little stumbles earlier by making sure Alice has a great time tonight.

He’s sure Alice will look beautiful, she always does, and he knows he looks great, because Alice picked out the suit especially for him. He wonders where they’ll go to dance; Alice has said she knew of a place. And it’s still early enough, a Friday, and even the quietest of weeknights in Philly have seen plenty of activity.

He’s just thinking of fetching another bouquet of flowers for her - the other already artfully displayed on a table - when the door to the bathroom finally creaks open.

He turns and sucks in an appropriately sharp breath at the sight of her.

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“I like the sound of real,” Jasper whispers, and he wraps his arm around her to lift her from the ground so he can kiss her.

“Want to get out of here now?”

Alice wraps her arms around his shoulders, bumping his nose with hers. "Please. I wanna kiss you more."

She kisses him now, again, for good measure.

"I gotta grab my bag," she mumbles against his mouth. "And leave a tip for the waitress."

“A big one. Think we scared her off three times when we were kissing in the booth,” he says with a laugh when he sets her down.

He walks with her back to the table to gather her things and leave a wad of bills on the table, enough for the bill and a generous tip.

He tucks her close against his side as they walk out into the night.

“I had a good time, Miss Alice. Thank you.”

Alice imagines they look rather silly to anyone passing them by--her, tiny, tucked into his, so tall, side. But she loves it. It feels right.

Perfect. Safe.

"I'm glad, Mr. Whitlock," she grins up at him, a bounce in her step. "Perhaps when I'm not as desperate to spend all my moments kissin' you, we can stay longer next time. And we still have to go to the movies too!"

They get back to the hotel quicker than they left it--perhaps because Alice was hurrying them along with tiny, quick steps up the street. Though--to be fair, her steps would be like that anyway, to keep up with him.

Through the lobby, up the elevator (a kiss when the attendant is turned again) and into their room. Alice is unbuttoning her jacket as she walks through the door, eager to lose the heels.

Not that she needs to, but, still. Comfort. She tosses the jacket on one of the armchairs by the window, perching on the arm to begin untying the bows at her ankle. "Thank you, Jasper," Alice beams at him, glancing over at the bouquet of flowers in the vase on the dresser. "For a lovely first date. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect."

Jasper has already laid his suit jacket aside and unbuttoned the cuff links of his shirt when he joins Alice, helping her with the straps of her heels.

Not that she needs the help; more so, he needs to touch her. His fingers are gentle on the bows, his hand as gentle when he slips the shoe off her foot.

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs, kissing her bare shoulder. “I enjoyed it too. And we’ll have more, like you said. Longer, when we’re not so desperate.”

He kisses her other shoulder when he helps her with Her other shoe.

“Though, I can’t ever imagine not being desperate to kiss you, darlin’.”

He makes her feel so vibrant, so alive, when he says such sweet things, when he touches her with such gentle hands.

When he's set her other shoe down, she reaches for his hands, sliding her fingers against his until they slot between them, pulling him forward to kiss him again.

For a moment, the only noises in the room are the press of their lips and the rustle of satin and crinoline when she shifts minutely. He takes the breath out of her lungs, just by existing, more so when she has her mouth on his.

"Our dates are going to be awfully short, then," Alice whispers against his lips. "Because I don't think I'll ever not be desperate either."

Jasper grins against her lips, at her words, and then he picks her up. To carry her to the bed and deposit her on the covers.

"Short's fine by me. Long as I'm with you at the end of the night."

He crawls up alongside her, pressing his lips to hers again in another kiss. Hungrier and far less restrained as they had to be in the jazz club.

Not that they were very restrained in the club.

But here she can throw her leg over his hip, properly, so she can slot herself against him. Her fingers slide into his hair again, fiddling with the end of his curls as she kisses him back.

A noise leaves her, a soft whine in the back of her throat as she kisses him deeply, just as hungrily. Pulling back, just a tiny bit, Alice dips her head to press her lips against his chin, jaw, tracing down his neck before moving back to his mouth.

Her hand slides to his back, tugging his shirt out from the waist of his pants, so she can skate her fingers across his skin.

And here he can move against her, press himself to her in such a way that won't get them in trouble in public when she throws her leg over him.

Her fingers on his skin have him wanting more too, wanting to touch her. His find the fastenings of her dress, careful as he unzips her.

He slides a hand up her back, into her hair, as he shifts to scrape his teeth across her jaw and press his mouth to her throat, to suck gently on the skin of where her pulse would be.

The noise that leaves her this time is louder, stronger, her fingers spasming at his back; the scrape of his teeth, lips at her throat, hand in her hair, it's all so much.

In the best way possible.

And also not enough--her hips stutter forward of their own accord, against his, rolling them slightly so he's settled fully on top of her, satin and crinoline bunched up at her hips, the unzipped top half twisting around.

"Hold--" Alice giggles, rolling them again so she's sitting on his stomach, grabbing the edge of her dress to pull it off, throwing it on the ground behind them, leaving her in the strapless bustier-corset she wore under the dress. "I was going to get lost in satin. That's better."

Now she can lean down and kiss him again. Properly.

Jasper meets her kiss with a grin, a laugh.

"I like this look too," he says against her lips, his hands running up the length of her body, all along her curves that the bustier-corset emphasizes.

He kisses her deeply, his hands settling on her hips, and a thought - "I want to tear it off of you." - that he hadn't meant to utter aloud.

He pulls back slightly, an apology ready in case she's offended: "I won't, though. I mean - Unless, you want me to?"

Sitting back up, Alice places her fingers on his lips, shushing him. She feels lightheaded with want, need.

Eyes dark, Alice lets her hand fall from his mouth, moving down his arms until she can reach his wrists, taking them, sliding his hands up her sides to rest just under her breasts.

"Oh," she whispers, her voice a little husky, her hips rolling against him in a small, aborted jerk. "I'd like that very much."

" - Shit, okay."

He doesn't hesitate to rid her of the garment, the fabric unraveling with one sharp tug, and then he's admiring her, his hands gentle again as he palms her breasts.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs and he sits up to kiss her again. "So perfect."

Her fingers slip on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with them as she desperately tries to get the fabric off him and not stop kissing him at the same time.

She's easily distracted by the feel of his hands on her breasts, the shape of his lips against hers; Alice pauses on button number three so she can cup his face and kiss him back with fervor, lick her way into his mouth.

It takes a long moment before she remembers her plan, and begins fumbling at the buttons again, finally, finally getting them undone so she can push the shirt off his shoulders. So she can finally press herself against his skin.

Her in his arms, skin to skin, and Jasper is just crazy for her. The way she kisses him, her hands in his hair, on his skin.

The things he wants to do to her, how good he wants to make her feel, better and more than she already does -

He slides his hand down to her lower back, pressing his palm there and flooding her with a rush of the desire he feels for her.

“That okay?” he gasps, mouthing at her neck. “Not like calming you when you’re righteously angry, right?”

Her reply is a gasp as her head falls back to allow him better access to her neck. It's in the tightening of fingers on his shoulders, the tremble of her knees on either side of his legs.

"God," Alice makes the oath sound like a swear, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her hips shift against his again, as she pushes back against his hand on her back. "'s fine, 's good, Jasper--"

Her fingers find his hair again, tugging him away from her neck so she can kiss him again, groaning into his mouth.

He moans into the kiss, and then he’s lifting her up, pressing her down onto the bed.

“Only fine? Just good?” he asks when he trails his mouth away from hers to kiss her neck again, to press his lips to her collarbone.

And each brush of his lips against her skin brings with it another wave of desire, lust, (love).

“‘M not doin’ it right if it’s only and just.”

“—that’s not what I meant—“ Alice laughs, breathlessly, arching up into him.

“You make—“ she breaks off again, a sharp inhale at his lips against her throat, the feelings he pours into her. “—it hard to speak.”

Her desire, lust (love), coupled with his, coursing through her, makes her knees feel like jelly, her legs tremble on either side of him.

Jasper chuckles as he makes his way down her body to kiss at her ribs, still flooding her with the feelings with every brush of his lips.

“Just want to make sure you’re being taken care of like you should be. Like you deserve.”

“I don’t think I need to worry about that—“ Alice giggles, combing her fingers through his hair again.

She loves the feel of his hair under her hand. The feel of his lips against her skin.

The slow movements drive her crazy—she wonders if she’ll ever stop needing him immediately and she hopes the answer is no.

“Good. Long as I’m being thorough.” His lips curve into a smile against her skin as he nips as her stomach, then lower still. “You just tell me if I’m not.”

He reaches the edge of her panties, and he presses a delicate kiss to the silky fabric before he’s resting his chin on her, looking up at her from where he’s settled between her legs. His grin is mischievous, the sparkle in his golden eyes even more so.

“I’m gonna tear these off with my teeth now, okay?”

“Jasper, if you don’t get on with it,” Alice growls, pressing her fingers to her eyes.

She’s near vibrating with the want of him, the need, heady desire.

“I want to.”

He presses his lips to her again, scrapes his teeth along the waistband of her panties.

“And maybe I don’t. Maybe I just want you like this.“

With her coming apart from just his kisses here and there and his overwhelming her with desire.

“But I love putting my mouth to you too.”

All these choices, and her just laid out before him like this.

It’s not fair—his torturous indecision makes half-firmed visions float before her, there and gone so quickly; glimpses of what could happen.

She whines, twisting under him, her hands reaching for him, fingers gliding over his hair, face, lips.

“Jasper,” Alice whispers, his name a needy thing, “don’t tease.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t mean to tease you.”

But the way in which he grins at her as his teeth close around her waistband says otherwise. He tugs and the fabric falls smoothly away.

He sits back, spreading her legs wide for him with his hands on her knees directing a little shiver of anticipation through her.

“I want you too much. Makes it hard to decide on the how.”

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